Thursday

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He slammed his fist into the wall. "Damn it!" His face was flushed, his breathing, erratic. He couldn't take it anymore. The boy paced around the room, his blue eyes blinded with rage. He threw anything and everything within arm's reach: CDs were scattered, mirrors were cracked, books were ripped apart, and walls were indented. "Son of a…-punch- BITCH!" The teen screamed out of pure frustration into his room.

Not long after, another blond, taller, older and just as cross, appeared in his vicinity, throwing open the door. "ROXAS!" Similar blue eyes glared at the distressed boy. "Stop fucking around and STOP destroying my house!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ME BACK THERE. EVER!"

"WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" The older man shouted back. He was just as fed up with him, as Roxas was with their current situation. "You lounge here all day claiming to be in pain. You haven't gone to school in three fucking WEEKS. TELL ME WHAT ELSE I SHOULD DO!"

The younger boy was livid. He scowled so intensely at Cloud, mostly out of anger; however, he could not suppress another ache in his abdomen. "I don't know what to do either," he bit out. "But I'm tired of going back there!"

It was always the same. Roxas would be driven miles and miles away to the Urgent Care Centre where they would ask him what pains he was feeling, type in all of his information, examine his health card, give him a stupid laminated bracelet to wear then print out and give him the information chart. Then they would send him through the white, metallic double doors that might as well be to a submarine.

Once through those doors, he would hand the charts to one of the people at the desks and they would tell him to strip into those paper-thin, barely-staying-closed-by-a-string gown, and wait for a doctor to see him.

This process would have already taken around two hours thus far. Waiting for the doctor would then take at least another forty minutes to an hour, depending on how many other poor sobs came in that day. Then finally, when the old man with a lab coat, purple fanny pack and over-sized spectacles would arrive, he would further ask Roxas what kinds of pains he was experiencing.

And no matter how much he expressed his utter abhorrence and frustration to the severity of his ailments, they would conclude that this was no more than a tummy ache, head ache or muscle pain and that he should take Advil, Tylenol or MIDOL. "EVERY. FUCKING. TIME. I'm sick of it!" Five hours later, clothes taken off and put back on, a lot of unwanted moving around, walking, waiting, a handful of idiot doctors to talk with, two orange tablets and a cup of water later... Roxas endured a quiet ride home in exactly the same amount of pain he was in before. This time, he was more aggravated and had fifteen years shaved off his life.

"I don't know what's wrong with you; the doctors don't know what's wrong with you. What do you want to HAPPEN?"

"I WANT THIS TO STOP! YOU'RE MY FATHER, CLOUD. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH ME!" Roxas screamed the last bit with all the strength his lungs could produce. This left him panting and tipping towards the wall to aid him in his attempt to remain upright. Cloud stepped forward to help support him but was rudely swatted away by the teen. "Don't touch me." he said rather weakly, sobbing barely noticeable.

Recently, Roxas had been calling Cloud by his name and referring to him a lot less by 'father' or 'dad.' While this didn't mean anything much since they were more like brothers anyway, Cloud couldn't help but feel that this was a variation of denial and rejection that he was indeed, this boy's father. However being presented to a jury was beside the point.

"Roxas." His voice regained the calm of its disposition. "Just calm down and go to sleep."

"I. CAN'T." he spat out. He was still weak but made sure his words and eyes still displayed all the malice inside. "Insomniac, remember?"

"Well then try. You'll feel better in the morning."

Roxas attacked the wall he'd been leaning on once more with the back of his balled up fist. "HAVE YOU NOT BEEN LISTENING TO ME THESE PAST THREE WEEKS? It's the WORST when I wake up. If I bother to fall asleep, it's utterly INTOLERABLE the second I open my eyes!" Roxas really loved to emphasize his words.

Cloud looked down and gritted his teeth. He was already squeezing the frame of the door with his entire arm's strength. "Well I DON'T KNOW. Do whatever makes you feel better." And with a turn of his heel, he strode down the hall and down the stairs. Not before, however, he heard Roxas slam the door shut then begin shouting his lungs out back to him.

"THAT'S RIGHT, JUST GIVE UP ON ME. YOU SAY YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ME BUT REALLY, YOU JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" More objects could be heard colliding with the walls, along with some sobs. "YEAH, JUST GIVE UP AND WALK AWAY. WALK AWAY LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO. YOU REALLY SUCK AS A DAD, CLOUD!"

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